The momentary pause shattered like glass against stone as the Ancient King shifted his stance, the sun mask's hollow eyes seeming to burn brighter with malevolent amusement. Arthur's shadow armor rippled across his form like living darkness, tendrils of black energy coiling around his limbs as he raised his blade. The weapon itself seemed to drink in the light around it, creating a void of pure darkness that made the air shimmer with otherworldly power.
"Stay together!" Arthur barked as sweat beaded on his forehead. "We can't let him isolate us again!"
The king's response was swift and merciless. Without warning, he launched himself forward, his ancient blade carving through the air with a whistle that spoke of countless deaths. This time, his target was Kay.
